"Are you sure, about the things you just told me?" The king asked, the old knight has confided in him his own general's plan to oust him from his rule.
"Yes, your highness. I heard these accounts myself," the old knight said, unable to look at the king, for fear he will be able to read that he almost lost his loyalty as well. If not for fear that his family will be the ones to suffer, he would never have reported the treason yet to be committed.
"You may leave," the king said. He was wearing a golden robe and his trousers, his chiseled chest exposed for all to see.
He poured wine on his glass and spoke, "So you see, you have heard for yourself about this situation," the king smiled wickedly, his eyes murky gold as he looked at the dark corner of the room where a shadow emerged.
It was the witch herself, a smirk carefully planted on her face. "Yes, you were right to invite me then. Should I?" the witch motioned the seat beside Jiro.
